Chan-Hyung had walked out of the Monkey Museum night club feeling content Enjoying the night life of the place had really brought his spirits up after such a hard day at work. He had found himself looking into some things that he’d rather not have had seen today while doing his “clean-up duty”, and and such decided to bleach his mind with a couple rounds of scotch.
Realizing that he didn’t really have anywhere to go to for the rest of the night since it was a Friday, he tried to think of somewhere he could go to walk off his drinks.
“Uuuuuhhhh, I think there was an actual museum not too far away. Might as well give that place a try.’
And so with that, Chan began to walk in the general direction of the Hangaram Art Museum. Sure, it was a 15 minute walk, but it was better than getting into his car and crashing into a tree later.
Chan was staring at his phone as he began to approach his destination. The backlight of it lit up his face through the night as he saw another wave of silent notifications on his Entwine profile for his posts of his work. Specifically the thoughts he acquired from his cleanup. Apparently his latest batch made up a lot of juicy ones, and comments were pouring in.
“Well, at least they don’t get to soo some of the more...incriminating ones.”
He began to put his phone away as he could see some faint lights starting to enter his field of vision. He looked up and saw the large building in front of him. He winced as his eyes were assaulted by the fresh lights of the Hangaram Art Museum.
“Well, time to go see what’s inside.”
Chan walked inside and proceeded to be greeted by even more bright lights. The entire place was of respectable size, As he could see exhibits throughout the multi-floored building.
Feeling like he had nothing better to do, Chan decided to purchase a ticket and was given a brain chip and a small disk to hold onto as he went through the museum, in addition to a pair of cheap earphones to plug into it. Chan looked at the disk out of curiosity while he put the brainchip in, and figured it out what the disk was.
Chan pressed the button on the disk and a small holographic head game out of it. Though it looked to be speaking, he couldn’t hear anything out of it. Figuring out how it probably worked, he plugged the earphones into the disk and put them in, where he finally began to hear a woman’s voice.
“--s a place that consists of many fine pieces of art as well as historical recordings. The brain chip you have been given will allow you to see holographic guides about these works. If you have any more detailed questions, you may point this disk’s side so that I face a piece of work, and press the white button. I will then be able to answer any questions you may have about that piece.”
Chan felt it was simple enough, and so he walked along as holographic shapes and words began to fill his vision.
Chan was honestly spending more time wandering than he was appreciating the works. He definitely felt some things as he explored the place. How everything was essentially chronicles of people’s memories, just like the ones he leaks to Entwine. Despite never really appreciating the fine arts most of his life, the similarity of such a concept made him feel a bit contemplative.
Eventually, he got to a picture of a large building. It was a strangely modern place. In fact, it looked more like a laser tag place.
“Hm? This place isn’t a history museum. Why is something like that here?”
Chan pointed the disk at the piece, as the head began to explain what the piece was.
“This piece is famous for how it captures the size of the building with photographic skill.”
Cahn felt a bit more curious about the place. “Can you tell me anything about the building itself.”
“The building is part of a large Augmented Reality corporation known as pARagon Entertainment. The company is currently own by Charles Sinclair. It is said he created the company based on his own experiences with AR as a child.”
“So, he built things off his memories too, huh?” Chan said to himself.
Chan never really thought about the fact that he had been making a name for himself as well using memories. However, he also thought about the fact that while Sinclair had made a name for himself using his own memories, Chan made a name for himself on Entwine using other people’s memories. Their successes were so similar yet so different.
“Well now, I think I’ve had enough unnecessary introspection for one night.”
Chan walked away and headed towards the entrance, giving back the chip, disk, and cheap earbuds, and he left into the night.
Chan just sat in his car waiting for the rest of his drink to wear off. He thought about what he was doing and the morality of it all.
At the end of the day, he was still doing something wrong. His job was to clean up the residual memories of dead people who are connected to the Open Thought. So sharing these thoughts with the public on Entwine (albeit anonymously) was a violation of company policy.
And yet he wasn’t sure if he could live his life with anything else if he let go of his e-fame.
He had the equivalent of a dead end job. Without the superficial fame of random people on the internet, he might as well have had nothing.
Maybe he could turn something around. Maybe he could use his unique position to do something more.
But until then, he would just have to be content with what he already had.
Realizing that he didn’t really have anywhere to go to for the rest of the night since it was a Friday, he tried to think of somewhere he could go to walk off his drinks.
“Uuuuuhhhh, I think there was an actual museum not too far away. Might as well give that place a try.’
And so with that, Chan began to walk in the general direction of the Hangaram Art Museum. Sure, it was a 15 minute walk, but it was better than getting into his car and crashing into a tree later.
Chan was staring at his phone as he began to approach his destination. The backlight of it lit up his face through the night as he saw another wave of silent notifications on his Entwine profile for his posts of his work. Specifically the thoughts he acquired from his cleanup. Apparently his latest batch made up a lot of juicy ones, and comments were pouring in.
“Well, at least they don’t get to soo some of the more...incriminating ones.”
He began to put his phone away as he could see some faint lights starting to enter his field of vision. He looked up and saw the large building in front of him. He winced as his eyes were assaulted by the fresh lights of the Hangaram Art Museum.
“Well, time to go see what’s inside.”
Chan walked inside and proceeded to be greeted by even more bright lights. The entire place was of respectable size, As he could see exhibits throughout the multi-floored building.
Feeling like he had nothing better to do, Chan decided to purchase a ticket and was given a brain chip and a small disk to hold onto as he went through the museum, in addition to a pair of cheap earphones to plug into it. Chan looked at the disk out of curiosity while he put the brainchip in, and figured it out what the disk was.
Chan pressed the button on the disk and a small holographic head game out of it. Though it looked to be speaking, he couldn’t hear anything out of it. Figuring out how it probably worked, he plugged the earphones into the disk and put them in, where he finally began to hear a woman’s voice.
“--s a place that consists of many fine pieces of art as well as historical recordings. The brain chip you have been given will allow you to see holographic guides about these works. If you have any more detailed questions, you may point this disk’s side so that I face a piece of work, and press the white button. I will then be able to answer any questions you may have about that piece.”
Chan felt it was simple enough, and so he walked along as holographic shapes and words began to fill his vision.
Chan was honestly spending more time wandering than he was appreciating the works. He definitely felt some things as he explored the place. How everything was essentially chronicles of people’s memories, just like the ones he leaks to Entwine. Despite never really appreciating the fine arts most of his life, the similarity of such a concept made him feel a bit contemplative.
Eventually, he got to a picture of a large building. It was a strangely modern place. In fact, it looked more like a laser tag place.
“Hm? This place isn’t a history museum. Why is something like that here?”
Chan pointed the disk at the piece, as the head began to explain what the piece was.
“This piece is famous for how it captures the size of the building with photographic skill.”
Cahn felt a bit more curious about the place. “Can you tell me anything about the building itself.”
“The building is part of a large Augmented Reality corporation known as pARagon Entertainment. The company is currently own by Charles Sinclair. It is said he created the company based on his own experiences with AR as a child.”
“So, he built things off his memories too, huh?” Chan said to himself.
Chan never really thought about the fact that he had been making a name for himself as well using memories. However, he also thought about the fact that while Sinclair had made a name for himself using his own memories, Chan made a name for himself on Entwine using other people’s memories. Their successes were so similar yet so different.
“Well now, I think I’ve had enough unnecessary introspection for one night.”
Chan walked away and headed towards the entrance, giving back the chip, disk, and cheap earbuds, and he left into the night.
Chan just sat in his car waiting for the rest of his drink to wear off. He thought about what he was doing and the morality of it all.
At the end of the day, he was still doing something wrong. His job was to clean up the residual memories of dead people who are connected to the Open Thought. So sharing these thoughts with the public on Entwine (albeit anonymously) was a violation of company policy.
And yet he wasn’t sure if he could live his life with anything else if he let go of his e-fame.
He had the equivalent of a dead end job. Without the superficial fame of random people on the internet, he might as well have had nothing.
Maybe he could turn something around. Maybe he could use his unique position to do something more.
But until then, he would just have to be content with what he already had.